Вершы: Rick Nelson. Big Chief Buffalo Nickel.

Way out on the wind-swept desert,
Where nature played with no man
A buffalo found his brother
Lying baked on the sun-baked sand.
Said my brother what ails you?
A sickness made you this way?
His brother never said
'cause his brother was dead
He been dead since way last May


Big Chief Buffalo Nickel
Was a mighty man in his day,
He never used a sickle
To clear the bushes away.
He'd roam around from tent to tent,
Eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw, every one he saw
He loved a new one every night.


Way out on the wind-swept desert

I heard a big Indian noise,
I left my tent 'cause I knew what it meant
What I never known before.
It was gone when I reached St. Pete
My legs were certainly sore,
I musta lost 50 pounds on that hot desert ground
And I'd lose that many more.

Big Chief Buffalo Nickel
Was a mighty man in his day,
He never used a sickle
To clear the bushes away.
He'd roam around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight,
He loved a squaw, every one he saw,
He loved a new one every night.